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Hannah

The ED was a mess of football fans, clambering over the white waiting room chairs. Noise fuelled the testosterone crazed guys that overfilled the waiting room. Lucie glowered at them as they grabbed at each other. Robyn's shouts to restore the quiet and peace were lost amid the drunken jeers. As a hand tried to push Lucie back out of the way, she pushed the owner of it into a chair. Standing on one of the empty chairs, she screamed.

"Shut it!" Her voice echoed through out room. "Instead of being a bunch of arrogant pricks, like you have been to land yourself in this place, sit down, shut your mouth and let us do our jobs." The noise quietened slightly and some sat back in their seats.

"The shit do you know, bitch?" Someone sneered at her. Lucie rounded on the elderly man.

"Look, mate." She sneered the last word. "Your inability accept defeat and God Complex has ensued that my only day off it three fucking weeks, is spent here. Having to put up with people like *you*. So instead of showing a complete lack of respect to my coworkers, you can sit in that chair and wait quietly."

The man seemed stunned by the confidence in which Lucie spoke, or perhaps he was still trying to decipher her words. Lucie pushed him into his seat.

"Stay." She snapped, striding off. As she left the rowdy men to Robyn, she heard a flustered Rita rant to Robyn.

"I thought you were keeping them separate!"

"I'm trying!"

Lucie's shoulder brushed Tess' and they both asked simultaneously;

"Have you seen Cal?"

Tess sighed, mild irritation showing on her face.

"I'll take that to be a no."

Rhys, a City fan with a bloodied nose turned to Robyn as she called for another supporter.

"Oi! How come he gets seen before us? We've been waiting ages!" He demanded. Rita spun to Robyn.

"Yes, why are they still waiting?"

Robyn's eyes widened, she started to explain when Lucie placed her hand on Rita's shoulder.

"If you need him off your back, I can take him while I wait for this scan back." She offered. Rita and Robyn sighed, gratefulness easing their postures.

"Please." Rita practically begged. Lucie nodded once, picking up Rhys' paperwork and striding across to him.

"Alright, you, with me." She said, a very much no-nonsense tone edging her words. She led him to a cubicle, pushing him lightly on to the bed. She inspected his nose.

"I'm just gonna clean this for you. I think you might have just got away without a break." She spoke quickly, dabbing at his nose. Rhys flinched away as her fingers pressed gently down the ridge.

"Watch it! That hurt, you cow!" He sneered.

"Watch your mouth." Cal snapped as he passed the cubicle. Lucie looked up at Cal and smiled ever so slightly.

"Tess was looking for you." She relayed to Cal. Turning back to City fan on the bed. "Get out. It's not broken."

Rhys glowered at her, muttering 'bitch' under his breath. He stormed out, pushing Lucie backwards as he went.

"Dickhead." Lucie spat in a whisper.

"Jed Maynard." The young lad sat next to the elderly man who'd given Lucie grief earlier (Mr Parker as it turned out, was a highly violent and offensive man.) stood up and walked towards Rita. Parker however strode in the opposite direction, snatching a boiling cup of coffee from the poor woman sat on the end. He passed Lucie, muttering 'bitch' as she eyed him suspiciously. Parker emptied the cup sideways on to Rhys.

"Oh, that was hot, was it?" He leered. Rhys got up and rushed after him.

"Rhys!" His friend called after him.

"That's it!" Rhys yelled, tearing after Parker. Lucie groaned, looking up at Cal.

"Today is not going to end well." She mumbled to him.

Lucie followed them down the corridors in a light jog. She looked exasperatedly at Mac as he stared after the troubled fiancée, (obviously not Mac's fiancée.). Both of them burst into a sprint after the three men. They caught up as Rhys grabbed something out of his jacket, throwing it to Parker.

"Try this Parky!" He jeered. "It's even hotter!"

Smoke poured from the pyrotechnic flare. Nurses backed away, pulling their patients away from the metal canister, in the split second it was in the air. Matthew, the fiancée Mac had been rushing after, ran towards it, as if he couldn't stop.

Lofty realised his intension too late.

"Don't touch it!" He cried. Matthew threw himself down on to it as it exploded. A scream pierced the already alarm-filled air.

"Everybody out!" Lucie ordered, having to shout over the din of the screams, shouts and fire alarms. Lily pulled a stunned Parker away, calling after Ash. Mac slammed Rhys to the floor as he tried to sneak away. Lofty darted into a curtained off cubicle.

"Lofty!" Lucie screamed after him, but he'd already gone. Lily quickly grabbed a mask for the two of them.

"You get Ash, I'll get Lofty." Lucie speedily organised as she deftly hooked the mask over her exposed ears.

Lofty had Stevo draped over his shoulders as Lucie hurried towards him. The fourteen year old was whimpering in agony, every now and again a word slipping out. Lofty was barely upright, as he stumbled forwards towards the trolley being wheeled into the thick smoke.

"Was it just him?" Lucie demanded, helping Lofty lower Stevo on to the trolley. He nodded, a bout of coughing racking his body. Lucie grabbed a wheelchair, spinning it around to Lofty.

"Sit." She commanded, pushing him down into it. As soon as his feet were off the floor, she pressed her entire weight on to the handles and hurried him down through the white, opaque air.

To Be Continued Some Time In The Near Future. (Why Am I Capitalising Each Word?)